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camoface - wet pt2 lyrics

pull up with that choppa it got heat
we got heat and its stuffed under the seat
big bands and they bussin out the seams
boomin b-ss wet all up on the beat
big glock finna pull up on yo street
cause we finna sweep up yo whole f-ckin team
ay boof pack in it stink
cause we gotta smoke it every f-ckin week

flex flex had to run a check
big flex shawty said i was the best
real n-gg- i got pride in my chest
young king and im flexin in the flex
big bands and you know im finna count em
i been best friends w my accountant
hit up textmyplug cause he servin in yo town
been smokin big dope and we smoke it by the ounces
pouring wok pourin straight drop
drop the top then she give me top
that lil b-tch gon suck my d-ck on soft
cause she know im up camo count a lot okay

off the c-ke cause im snappin off the blow
choppa camo got you tippin on yo toes now you sold
thats yo throat thats yo hoe yeah you better let her go
its exposed but i gotta really smoke it at her home
and im running through the rack i can’t lack
but its hard to serve it back yeah you better keep it back
or we run up with the masks you a nat smoke you like the past
you keep gettin mad but i got these b-tches in my path
yeah we f-ckin but we really ain’t smokin though
tell that hoe she really shouldve listened to my audio

- camoface lyrics

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